Pineapple, thank you for asking. On Sunday (saturday, actually), I realized a dream that had pestered in my grape for 12 years by winning the Squealer. Dirty Biker posted a good soul report on the gig just a bit ago, and as I said in a quote there, it’s a big thing and too many words still don’t sum it up. It’s kind of like riding a unicorn and watching the movie How Stella got her Grove Back at the same time.

The theme of today’s ride was long-haired cats sitting on posts. Who the fuck put all those long-haired cats on all those fucking posts? Damn. Today’s high temp. was 51 degrees, I feel like a popsicle.